cattle come home
Neither of us cried at the funeral
We just watched the geese outside
While we shared a cig
And I told you you looked beautiful
In that dress with the boots she used to wear
You left the lit cigarette on a gravestone
Wanting just to be alone
So I watched the cattle come home
Through the smoke
Like I do sometimes, in my mind
When I can't cope
We just watched the geese outside
While we shared a cig
And I told you you looked beautiful
In that dress with the boots she used to wear
You left the lit cigarette on a gravestone
Wanting just to be alone
So I watched the cattle come home
Through the smoke
Like I do sometimes, in my mind
When I can't cope
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Writer(s): Blair Jasper
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